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Okay, I'm really surprised that no one commented on the fact that Wilson and Alex were holding hands. I can't believe that, but okay. Enjoy the chapter.

Batman pushed his way past us with his black almost velvety cape billowing around his feet. I couldn't let him go save our ADA Rachel Dawes by himself. Granted, he helped us a lot, but he still wasn't a cop. I spun on my heel back into the observation room, and Dad was all ready calling the fire department and paramedics. The door swung out behind me on its double hinges; everyone was staring at me in silence. For the first couple seconds, I couldn't talk. I didn't know why, but sound refused to leave my mouth.

Wilson helped out. "What's the plan, Sarg?"

I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. "We need to go. Wilson, you're gonna take Rachel Dawes at Cicero. Stephens, watch him." I gestured into the interrogation room, where the Joker was still slumped on the floor. "Ramirez… go with Wilson. We need as many eyes out there."

"What about me?" Stephens interjected.

I sighed and rested my hands on my hips. "I need someone I completely trust here with him."

He nodded.

"Let's move," I ordered as I ran outside. I heard footsteps behind me as they followed me. I pushed open the door into the cool night air. I knew I really was going to wish I had grabbed a siren out of an unmarked car and attached it to my bike. I mounted the motorbike and revved the engines with the blue siren spinning.

"What are you doing?" Wilson yelled over the sound of the engines.

"I can get there faster," I explained and pulled the helmet over my head. I kicked up the kickstand and peeled out of the parking lot. I tore down the streets of Gotham through the maze of traffic with the sound of the siren blaring in my ear. I heard the radio on my belt crackle. How? It's a miracle, but I did. I grabbed the radio and lifted up the guard on my helmet, nearly running into a taxi. "Damn!" I yelled as I steadied my bike. I pressed my elbow on the handle and pressed the call button, "This better be good."

"Alex?" Dad sounded surprised at the agitation in my voice.

"Yes," I hissed. "What's up?"

"I got every available unit going to our two locations," he informed. I was kind of expecting him to do that anyway.

"That was it," I retorted and nearly ran into an open car door. "Frick," I hissed under my breath.

"Watch your tone, young lady," Dad scolded in a very, very fatherly voice.

"Dad," I warned.

"Sorry," he said softly. "What news do you have?"

"Ramirez and Wilson are going to Cicero," I informed.

"Good. Okay, that's it," he signed off.

"See ya there." I slowed down about 10 MPH to hook the radio on my bike as I turned the last turn and headed out to the warehouse district. I felt the mud splatter on my pants as I pulled up next to the warehouse, just behind my Dad. I hopped off the bike and didn't even bother taking off my helmet. I drew my gun and ran towards the building. I heard the car door open.

"Alex, what are you—" It was cut off by a loud bang and fire bursting from the windows.

The shockwave hit me, knocking me to the ground and the helmet off my head. I felt a piece of glass fly past by stomach and rip a small hole in my shirt. I liked this shirt too! I sighed and laid my head on the mud and slammed my fists into the ground.

"Al, you okay?" Dad called as he ran over to me after the fire had gone down and the officers let him go.

I raised the hand that didn't have the gun in it and gave him a thumbs up before cursing under my breath. I let it fall back into a puddle with a splash. "Great," I mumbled with never ceasing sarcasm.

Dad stood over me and peered down.

"He's gone, Dad," I announced the unforgivable truth. "We were too late."

He put his hand out. "Not gonna do any good just layin' there, Al."

I grabbed it and got to my feet. I grabbed my helmet and held it under my arm as I holstered my gun. I watched the firemen put out the fire knowing that Dent was no longer a nuisance to anyone; or so I thought. My phone rang, knocking me out of my trance. "Gordon."

"Al," Wilson said on the other line, "Dent's alive! Joker switched the locations."

I motioned to Dad. "Dad, Dent's alive. He was at the other location."

I saw Dad sigh in relief.

"Yeah," Wilson agreed, "but just barely. He should make it though."

I nodded slowly. "That's good…I guess."

Wilson laughed. "Good luck, Al."

"Thanks, man." I hung up and turned to Dad. "He's just barely alive, but he'll make it."

Dad looked like the entire world had been thrown off of his shoulders. We walked back over to the cop cars, planning to go home.

A uniformed Sergeant walked up to us. "Back at MCU…Joker's gone…"

"With Lau?" Dad guessed.

The Sergeant nodded.

"The Joker planned to be caught," I realized. "He wanted to be locked up at MCU."

Dad nodded slowly.

"There's more," the Sergeant added. He paused hesitantly. "Stephens and Murphy are dead, and a few other men. Two floors have been destroyed, and it's possible that we'll have to completely rebuild MCU."

Dad ran his hands over his face and I just stood there, shell-shocked. I felt the air slowly leaving and entering my lungs, but it seemed surreal. No one had ever taken a direct hit at police unit before. I felt my legs give out from under me, and I dropped onto the hood of one of the cars. Then it hit me, to add to the load all ready on my shoulders, Rachel was dead, and the only person that I knew that was anywhere close to her family was Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth. I needed to tell Bruce; I need to tell them that she was gone. Of course, if Bruce was really Batman, he all ready knew. I sighed, knowing that it was going to be me going over there to tell them. "Dad, I'm gonna tell Bruce and Alfred."

"Now?"

I nodded and put my helmet back on. I got on the bike and rode to the Wayne Penthouse. I was stopped by a security guard at the front door of the building. Sometimes I hated security people, even though that was what I technically was. I didn't even bother showing my badge. "Wayne Penthouse," I said quietly.

He flicked his eyes over me, from head to toe. I must've been a mess; muddy, probably singed and completely exhausted. He glanced my badge and nodded. "Name please."

"Sergeant Alex Gordon."

He nodded and called up to the penthouse.

"Yes?" a familiar British voice crackled through the intercom.

"I have a Sergeant Alex Gordon here to see you," the security guard informed.

There was a pause. "Send her up."

The security guard took me to the special elevator and pulled a key from his belt to turn the lock on the elevator. There was a silence and whoosing while the elevator descended. It hit the bottom level and dinged; he gestured the open door.

I thanked him and stepped inside the elevator; I leaned against the wall as the doors closed and took me to the very top level. The silence was almost completely overwhelming, but it gave me a chance to just let things organize themselves in my mind instead of being stacked on top of each other, drowning me in the process. Before I was able to get everything straightened out in my head (i.e. Dad "dying"; Rachel dying; Dent not dying; MCU exploding to bits; etc.), the elevator dinged and the doors slid open revealing an empty, dark, large room with one lamp on in the corner and the news flashing blue over the area.

The clicking of dress shoes to my right caused me to jump and turn to my right. My hand instinctively went to my gun.

I saw Alfred with both his hands up in defense. "Alex, my dear, I didn't mean to startle you."

I relaxed and took my hand off my gun. "Sorry. Reflexes."

"Bruce isn't here," he stated.

"Oh," I sighed. Score! Another nail in the Batman coffin. "Well, you'll do fine."

"Oh," he returned with surprised. He walked over and flipped on the lights. He looked me over. "My word, what happened to you?"

"Work, unfortunately," I kind of explained. "Alfred, I have some really bad news."

He looked at me uneasily before gesturing to a barstool out side of the kitchen. "Please, take a seat."

I sat down and crossed my arms on the cool marble countertop. I laid my face on the countertop and closed my eyes, realizing how utterly exhausted I was. I didn't want to say what I knew what I had to, but that was the bad part of this job.

"Would like something to drink?" he asked, the ever loyal butler.

"Just a glass of water," I mumbled. I raised my head, but let my arms stay where they were.

Alfred put the glass of water next to me and sat down. "You said you had bad news?"

I pursed my lips and nodded. "Alfred, there is no easy way to say this."

"Then say it the hard way, dear," he smiled.

"Earlier tonight, Rachel Dawes was abducted and held in a warehouse. She was attached to a bomb," I explained, taking deep breaths as I went. "By the time we figured out where she was and got there, it was too late."

I saw Alfred's breath catch in his throat, but he didn't say anything for a while.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say.

He nodded silently.

For a while we just sat there silently with the news in the background. "That's why you look muddy and singed," Alfred guessed.

"Yeah." I took a swallow of water.

"Why did you tell me this?"

"You're like her family, and I don't know where her family is," I explained. "I was hoping you could contact them."

"It's your job," he pointed out with an edge to his voice.

I sense the edge and got a little defensive. "I just lost my building and at least two of my friends, thanks to the Joker! If I had time, I would, but I don't." I got up and walked to the elevator. I pressed the button and stepped in and descended to the ground floor and walked out of the building, still fuming, and got on my bike to drive back to MCU, or what was left of it.

Okay, this one took forever to write, but give me credit, it was a little hard to start. Hope that you like it. Reviews are welcome.